Singer Joy

Rookie (6-11-94 / Big Rapids, MI)

Seven Years - Poem by Singer Joy

With the mirror breaking
Crying, sick and aching-
Its reflective, glassy throat.
And the ashes feel like water
In the springtime of the slaughter
As the shards just barely float.

Deathly white frustrations
Coupled with recriminations
Lay now all in sparkling pieces.
Stained with life-force, oozing,
Trembling hands now using
What superficial Vanity releases.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 25, 2010

Poem Edited: Tuesday, January 26, 2010

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